Monologue

Look at stuff with logic and you might miss the point

When in a room and stuck with prophets please first ask who appoints

And why must good news in the gospel still demand a coin

From the one who walked a mountain the expression was coined

And what is within us like a fountain so we have to rejoice

And to the people who do not have it it is about giving a voice

Words as delicious as a hardship when it is easy deployed

And to each witness leaves no damage disappears in the void

My heart been stricken you can have it I turn pink to your Floyd

We are surreptitious we don't slam it no we keeping our joy

And you should know when all is crammed in that there is always a choice